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POETIC LICENSE

Photography and set design by Frank Hülsbömer
Prop styling by Nele van Olfen

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We had our arms round each other. It was like holding in my hand some rare, exhausted, _______________ which I had miraculously happened to find.

Thus, then, the _______________ the bleak rustlings of the festooned frosts of mountains; the desolate shiftings of the windrowed snows of pairies.

 

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The spider holds a Silver Ball

In unperceived Hands

And dancing softly to Himself

_______________.

 

Everyone

we the people having our

vision of

______________

flowed

from our eyes & caressing

all around all the

walls.

 

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I will never know ______________

and you will never know I see it.

For now we see ______________ now I know in part; but then shall I know even as I am known.

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An endless geographic plane of micromeshing pulsing quanta, limitess webs of interacting blendings, leakings, mergings, ______________ running rings around each other, heedles, needles, aimless, careless, thoughtless, amok. Folds and foldings, plying and multiplying, duplicating and replicating.

 

Fortune-telling was ______________ a competitive scrying of variably likely outcomes.

 

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Your veins are using up ______________.

But from far off your heights ______________ to you above the sea in a golden light, like the moon emerging from the tide, and you become aware of yourself from afar.

 

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